Jade’s POV
The trail was colder than I liked.
Brielle and I had tracked two rogue scents to the edge of Silver Glen. Proof. Real, dirty, claw-scuffed proof that someone had been slipping through our blind spot. But that was where the trail ended,and frustration began.
We needed more.
More than paw prints and crushed brush. More than suspicion and heat and fury.
We needed connection.
And that’s why I was crouched near the edge of the ridge after dark, torchlight casting long shadows through the trees, sifting through leaves like something important had been left behind.
Simon was behind me. Quiet. Watchful.
Which made me even more irritated than I already was.
“Are you going to just stand there breathing like a suspicious vampire,” I muttered, “or help?”
“I don’t sparkle in daylig
